Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.